Aika Miura

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drowsy, Aika Miura sets the timer to turn off the stereo, and goes upstairs to My obsession grows. And, with it, a plan. A long weekend is coming up. I know from earlier conversations that Lysilph has no plans for the I send her, anonymously, a dozen blood red roses, Lloyd Webber's new recording of "Aspects of Love," and a bottle of sherry. The note accompanying my Aika Miura gallery gifts reads, "You deserve a very special weekend. Pamper yourself. Enjoy!" and is signed, "D.L. - An Admirer." * * * TAKEN BY STORM Part II Aika Miura Victorian house sits at the end of a two lane country road. The nearest neighbor is at least a half mile away. I nose the P1800 into the grove of pine trees on the dark side of Aika Miura property. Here, near the river, it is be hidden from the sight of anyone approaching the house. Except for the glow of firelight in the downstairs windows, the house seems deserted. Nevertheless, I approachecautiously. It won't do to attract Aika Miura attention now. I stand on tiptoe and peer in the sitting room window. At the far end of the room, a door opens. Lysilph is briefly outlined in the doorway. She pauses, as if Aika Miura were aware of my presence outside the house. The light from the room behind her illuminates the lush curves of Aika Miura body, silhouetting her against her clothes. I inhale sharply. Aika Miura is lovely. I draw back from the window, far enough that Aika Miura can not see me, yet I can still command a view of ...(cont.)
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